The City

I look out the window
and see the view
of the gleaming city
and the bay too.

As night draws near
while day goes away,
I see the buildings brighten
in an electrical way.

Black covers all
of the typical blue
I watch in amazement;
yes, it is true.

That the stars are hidden
while in the bright city.
The light is like day.
"Oh, what a pity."

I wonder about before
when trees covered all,
and the only noise heard
was a nightingale's call.

But whatever I feel,
I know it's gone,
probably forever,
and the city lives on.